Coffee

Coffee and John Mayall
Coffee and carpet silling
Coffee to make the sun wet
in the hole
in the jeans—
slow time
from place to house
remembering
pop faces
dirt on bulk-head
light stripped
and coffee dripped
slow time
remembering dead cream sugar nights

Outside I believe the dawn has broken
into the beds of those
craving for a drop—
why make it all a terrible alarm clock?
Coffee to slow the sock
of the day
for the dead who die waiting—
stirring
slowly, for bus halfhour
is nothing but executed piano
finger tips dawning on those
who refuse
to remove the blinds
and let terrible in—
Coffee,
a suck of ups and ends of drugs.